Multifandom blog that features fics I've written, pretty art, and general conversation. I write for FGO, Final Fantasy, Drakengard/Nier, the Mahabharata and Ramayana.
hey i dunno if you're white or not but regardless, listing the Mahābhārata and Ramayana as "fandoms" is incredibly insensitive and i'd like you to stop immediately <3
Good evening - or good morning if that's the case where you're located.
First off, I'm not active on this blog anymore. Haven't been for a while.
Second, I've never meant any disrespect or insensitivity by referring to the fan works and fics created for the settings of the Ramayana and Mahabharata as part of fandom. The Ramayana and Mahabharata are religious texts, but there is a fandom for them on this platform. That's what this blog description points to.
If it offends you, I can fully state that was never my intention, but that doesn't give you the right to come on here and tell me what to do; least of all with a condescending tone.
Last of all, my ethnicity is none of your business.
Below the cut is a sort-of master list of things I’ve written on this blog, both fanfiction and original work. Gifts for friends and answers to memes have not been listed, as they’ve already been tagged accordingly. It’s been fun on here, but I think I’m ready to let “glyphenthusiast” go. I don’t believe I will be coming back to this blog.
Thank you to everyone who’s followed me, whether we stayed in contact or not. It’s been real.
If there’s something you don’t see on the list here, you can search ‘glyphenthusiast writes’ on this blog and should come across it. Or if you’d prefer to see the rest of my work, you can find me on AO3 under the name GlyphArchive.
Take care.
Original Work:
Become as Gods - AI's aren’t human, but the line can be terribly thin from the get go.
Voided Warranty (Part 1 & Part 2) - An engineer takes matters into his own hands and... it blows up in his face. But apologizes afterwards. Sort of.
Curse - An attempt at creating the worst kind of curse. Unshakable. Wound so tight you forget it’s even there.
Herald - A princess, a snippy guardian, a foreboding primordial crystal. No way this can go wrong.
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Bloodborne:
Confluence - The corridors of Byrgenwerth have their secrets.
Gifts - Great Ones are sympathetic to mortals, sometimes.
Hunt - A hunter learns what it means to cross a Great One of the Choir.
Quiet - Thalia teaches the Doll a thing or two, and the night goes on peacefully.
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Fate/Grand Order:
Catching Up - The reunion between Jinako and Karna isn’t easy, but it does give them a chance to put things to rest.
Accord - Arjuna, Karna, and the history between them are considerably less peaceful than the night around them.
Analogies - Karna’s sharp tongue causes another wound.
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Final Fantasy I:
Beginnings - The first Warriors of Light to try their hand at breaking the cycle. They’re getting there. Sort of.
Flavors of Light - Warriors of Light come in all flavors.
Marked - Marlene admires M’arach’s tattoos and makes a decision for herself.
Complications - Mealvaan’s Gate is not so different from Ishgard, Dogwood realizes.
Grief - Rose comforts Edmond after Haurchefant’s death.
Relief - M’arach and Thancred have a moment.
Mom of Light - Actual parent Warrior of Light makes her appearance.
Role Swap - Changing job classes is difficult when you’re used to something else.
Regrowth - A botanist attempts to revive an extinct magical fruit.
Illness - Everyone gets sick eventually.
The Black Dragon of Old Gridania - Surviving Garlemald’s warmongering and starting a new life, with all its pitfalls.
Duty and Obligation - An ugly business, especially in Garlemald.
Easter - Headcanons for the Warriors of Light.
Origins - Jordine makes himself a weapon. It’s easier that way.
A Fierce and Gentle Knight - The Dragonsong War nears its conclusion. Dusk tries to buy what time he can for those within the city.
New Face - Thancred meets the Scions’ newest recruit.
Company - Anemone and Thancred have a moment with each other.
Lost Boy - Delphi and his past, unpleasant as it could be.
Fear - M’arach versus Thancred and faces the possibility of betrayal.
Touch - Jordine and M’arach teach Alphinaud about etiquette.
Meeting & Reunion - Ehlizea and Janlenoux meet, then meet again.
Dance - Even Warriors of Light should enjoy themselves.
Object of Affection - Alisaie, X’ruhn and their developing student-mentor relationship.
Cake & Acquired Taste - M’arach learns Delphi has never had cake. This offends him on a personal level. Delphi doesn’t get it.
Devouring Greed - Not all who come across the Mother’s crystal are good or kind.
Natters - Short fics that don’t really belong anywhere.
Moonstone - Anemone has her own damn moonstone carbuncle.
Pressure - Alphinaud hits a boiling point.
Restorative - Estinien awakens, post-possession.
Cycles - This is the way it all ends. This is how the journey comes to a close. In misery. In death.
Bonds - Dusk and Luli chat now that the eatery is winding down for the night.
The Littlest Difference - Not everyone can be a Warrior of Light.
Fortune’s Weave - M’arach had other uses for his astrologian’s deck before he became a Warrior of Light.
New Role - Dusk gets acquainted with the notion of being an even bigger enemy of the state.
Snowfall - Haurchefant claims he’s immune to frostbite. Anemone doesn’t believe him in the slightest.
Reluctance - Anemone tracks down Dusk and opens the door to something besides being a pariah.
Risky Business - Anemone is happy to get up close and personal with a primal. Alphinaud worries.
Fury - Zenos learns that Anemone is not the kind, caring hero some people may paint her as. He learns it firsthand, even.
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Hindu mythology:
Friend by the River - Manu and Matsya have an exchange after the floodwaters recede.
Little Tales - Short stories made from headcanons, featuring figures of Hindu myth, the Mahabharata, and Ramayana.
Revanta - Everyone starts somewhere, even the master of horses and chief of the Guhyakas.
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Kingdom Hearts:
New Beginnings - A happier end for Xion, letting her be her own person.
A New Home - A hopeful take of what Xion’s future might have been after waking up with her own body.
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Mahabharata:
Bitters and Tears - Written for the event Yugantaram. A retelling of the myth where Balarama rerouted the river Yamuna and the aftermath of that event.
Breakfast - Yudhisthira surprises Draupadi one morning before they both go to work.
Parting - Mohini and Iravan share a moment before the morn.
Variation - A look at what could have been, if Karna made a different choice.
Bird of Paradise - Character study of Nakula, his relationship with Sahadeva, and how he perceives the world around him.
Protection Lost - The aftermath of Karna giving his armor and earrings to Indra.
Suryaputra - Exploration of Karna’s life, and what could have been done better.
Lakshmana - A look through the eyes of Duryodhana’s daughter and what she faced in her life.
Voice of Panchal - A peek at Dhrishtadyumna, had the events of his life been slightly different.
Balaram - Perhaps he is not quite so notable as Krishna; but Balarama is fairly certain that he does well enough for himself.
Reflection - Ashwatthama’s days in the asharam, after the Pandavas’ arrival.
Intrigue - Krishna’s attempts at clearing his name of murder.
Rukmini - Character study of who she might have been, and what she might have wanted for herself.
Delight - Krishna and Yamuna play a game.
Jambavati - Short character study of Jambavati and who she might have been.
Daily Life - Krishna and Rukmini have a moment in the evening.
Domesticity - Juggling a household is difficult, but Krishna enjoys it.
Full Moon Blues - Krishna and Rama reach an accord by the sea.
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Ramayana:
Desire - Lakshmana feels, and now he can allow himself to act on it.
Memory - Indrajit reminisces.
Loneliness - What can make Indrajit feel lonely?
Race - He is the one who conquered Indra, but he is not immune to excitement.
Wariness and Distrust - Indrajit meets Sita in Lankapuri.
Youth - Indrajit spends a moment with his cousin.
Loyal Son - Indrajit loves both his parents, no matter how difficult it is.
Moment - Shatrughna visits Bharat.
Support - A moment of doubt after Sita’s abduction.
Insomnia - Written for Hindu mythology couples week. Lakshmana and Urmila bond over a lack of sleep.
Writing a character who becomes severely malnourished/dehydrated/sleep-deprived?
Here’s what you’ll need to know! Learn all about the wonders of the human body and add scientifically-accurate drama to your stories.
MALNOURISHMENT
DEATH: average - 21 days (3 weeks), max ever recorded - 70 days (2.3 months)
6 HOURS: grouchiness and hunger due to lack of glucose.
24 HOURS - 48 HOURS: hunger very apparent; pains in stomach; body has entered ketosis and is using fatty acids as energy.
72 HOURS+: muscles begin to get broken down for energy.
You will become: increasingly depressed, irritable, hysteric apathetic; decline in concentration, comprehension and judgement; social isolation and withdrawal; possible self-harm.
If your character doesn’t eat for 5 consecutive days, they are at risk of Refeeding Syndrome. This is extremely dangerous and can be fatal.
recommended reading:
The Minnesota Starvation Experiment
Psychology of starvation based on the above experiment.
DEHYDRATION
DEATH: average 3 days; some live 8 - 10 days
for the calculations: TWV = total water volume in body; average adult loses 2.5 litres of water per day.
Assuming that your character does not eat, drink or absorb any moisture.
9 HOURS/2% TWV: thirst, discomfort, dry skin, loss of appetite; 50% loss of performance for athletes; elevated body temperature, rapid heartbeat, fatigue, dizziness when standing, decreased fluid secretion (sweat, urination, tears, etc).
24 HOURS/6% TWV: sleepiness, severe headaches, nausea, tingling in limbs.
DEATH: not known, but can stay awake for 11 days; max chronic sleep deprivation ever recorded (until death) - 6 months.
NOTE: This does not mean you can stay awake for 6 months. It means you can survive that long with chronic sleep deprivation - going days without sleep and then sleeping once or twice.
24 HOURS: mental ability impairment of someone who has blood-alcohol content of 0.10%; everything is worse - emotional control, memory, attention, decision-making, hand-eye coordination.
36 HOURS: hormonal spikes everywhere; losing time; lack of motivation; head buzzing like you’re dehydrated.
48 HOURS: microsleep, regardless of what you’re doing (you fall asleep for 1-30 seconds and then become disorientated);
72 HOURS+: say goodbye to higher mental processes like decision-making and planning. Also, say good bye to saying goodbye because even simple conversations are hard.
80 HOURS+: … and hello, hallucinations!
recommended reading:
this article of a soldier’s experience with sleep deprivation.
When you learned of the god of war, you thought he’d be tall and muscular and angry. When you were about to meet him, you braced yourself for the worst.
You weren’t quite expecting the short, scrawny, shy kid you ended up getting instead.
Olive skin, black hair, skinny, dirty face with pale lines where tears had sliced through the ash and dust. A white chiton dress and a threadbare shawl draped over her shoulders.
A pair of wings - huge, black vulture wings, far too large on her tiny body - were the only things that suggested she was divine.
The general shifted his weight from foot to foot. Obviously respect had to be given to gods, but… “Er - I’m sorry, I was invoking Ares? The god of war?”
The child god shrunk in on herself, and pulled the shawl over her shoulders. She muttered something. “Sorry?” the general asked.
“Ares is the god of slaughter,” the child god said in a slightly louder voice. “Not war.”
The general looked at the priest. The priest shrugged, clearly lost at sea. “Well,” the general said, “then maybe Athena? Goddess of tactics in war?”
“Tactics,” the child god repeated. “Not war.”
There was a long, ugly silence, as the huge vulture wings shifted with the whisper of brushing feathers. “My name is - was - Iphigenia. Daughter of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae, commander of the Greeks who stormed the walls of Troy. When my father disgraced Artemis, and the winds of Greece would not blow her battleships to Troy, I was brought to Aulis. For my wedding, I was told. I was-”
She sobbed. Teardrops dribbled off her chin and fell to the temple floor. “I was fourteen. And then I was brought to the highest altar in Aulis, and - and then - and-”
Another sob. “I was fourteen,” she said.
The vulture wings draped over her, and she disappeared under the cloak of black feathers. When they parted, and when the child god looked up at the general, he fell backwards. Those eyes. Eyes he’d seen a thousand times in battle -
“I am the true spirit of war, general,” the child god said. “I am the goddess of bloodshed, of sacrifice, of the slaughter of innocents. I am invoked when men ravage, burn and pillage. I am invoked when mothers cry out, when sons die, when daughters are stolen. I hear it all, general. I have heard it all since the fall of Troy.”
The terrible wings opened up. The child god loomed over the fallen man, twenty, thirty feet tall. Somewhere, the priest was screaming. “How dare you call upon my name.”
every holocaust memorial day, i always ask people to keep romani people in their thoughts, but this year i’d like to clear up some misconceptions that i see every year w/ a psa
romani people are not white. we’re south asian (from northern india), and each subgroup has a unique racial makeup of asian/white/etc, in different amounts. this is also why we vary wildly in physical appearance/skintone
we still face oppression. what we face, especially in europe, can still be constituted as attempted genocide, as we’re forced to live in hazardous conditions or to give away our children, be sterilized, etc just for the crime of being roma
the ‘g slur’ isn’t just an american issue. the reason some european roma prefer the slur is because, in many countries, there is no term for roma that isn’t a slur, and it’s either the g slur or the literal translation of the n word. i’m romanian, and if you used the slur in my hometown, you’d get slapped, since we just use ‘roma’.
we live in every continent across the world. some of the largest romani populations exist in south america, predominantly in brazil. they are no more and no less roma than their european counterparts, and they, like romani in asia, africa, etc all face unique challenges and oppression.
we’re the largest ethnic minority in europe, and yet have almost no political power, no land ownership power (in some places, we’re forbidden from owning land entirely), etc. with very few reputable charities- a lot of us reject charity by principle, as well as there being a general lack of education about us- the best thing you can do to help romani people is to just spread information, and help individuals when you can.
100% correct medical information on tumblr for once; also consider calling 911 if you don’t know how often the person has seizures and ESPECIALLY if the seizure has lasted 5 minutes or more (which is why the watch is critical)
Not all seizures look like the classic thing you’re thinking of! The stereotype we usually see is only one type of seizure - the person goes stiff and loses awareness, falls down, and then starts shaking and jerking around right? That’s only one kind of seizure, but it is the type that’s a medical emergency if it lasts more than 5 minutes
If you know someone who has seizures and you’re going eg, to a protest, ask what kind and what they need you to do. If you happen to end up next to someone who goes “i’m about to have a seizure” be aware that it might not be the falling to the ground and jerking type! they might loose awareness for a minute or more, struggle to remember what’s going on - they might only have the stiffening part not the jerking, or just the jerking not the stiffening, or they might go totally lax - they might even have a ‘laughing’ or ‘crying’ seizure (which are also uncontrollable)
The same first aid applies if they do fall down. It’s important to stay with them regardless, as people are often very exhausted and ‘out of it’ for a while after any kind of seizure.
Rules: Look at the titles of the last 20 fics you’ve posted and answer the following questions. (Gonna refer to AO3 for this cause it’s slightly more organized)
1. How many are you happy with?
Most of them, to be honest. I was nervous about posting them, but I’m glad that I did.
2. How many are…not great?
I could’ve done better on Lakshmanaa and At the end, a prize, in my opinion. They’re still good, but if I’d given myself a little less stress they might have flowed better in some places?
3. How many did you scramble for at the last minute?
At the end, a prize was one I struggled with the most for the event at the time. Learning Curve was done at the eleventh hour of Rangabhumi in March, and I was sweating bullets the whole time.
Bitters and Tears is my biggest offender here, since I barely had two/three pages written when the original deadline in June was creeping up. Even when the deadline got pushed back to July 1st I couldn’t the story going until a week or so before my birthday, and I’d resolved that would be my present to myself - no more stress!
4. How many did you know before you started writing/creating, or near the beginning?
Most of them were spur of the moment, “this vague idea has been on my mind for awhile so I’ll write it” things. Nothing concrete, usually. Bitters and Tears is the only one that had a set path from the get-go.
5. How many are quotes from songs or poems?
None, actually. Which is a surprise, considering how I used to do things.
6. How many are other quotes?
None, funnily enough.
7. Which best reflects the plot of the story/content of the fanwork?
Learning Curve, I think?
8. Which best reflects the theme of the story?
I’m partial to Protection Lost, for this one. In hindsight the title is a vast understatement for what’s going on and what’s going to happen.
9. Which best reflects the character voice of the story/pov of the fanwork?
Bird of Paradise sticks out to me here, to be honest.
10. Which is your favourite title?
Setting the Stage, maybe. Because I had fun in theatre class and sometimes writing a fic feels like you’re trying to dress up a stage for a play.
Since I was 8 and found out about this for the first time my family has always followed up on someone saying “I don’t know,” with shouting “THIRD BASE”
You’ve just realized something strange about the humans. They’re a race that joined the galaxy recently, but you’ve just found evidence of them already been part of it for many millennia before, but it feels like everybody’s forgotten.
We were delighted when the people calling themselves ‘humans’ joined the spacefaring races. They were clever and agile, hot-tempered and humorous, fierce and yet friendly, a young species with much to offer us.
Most species are still delighted. But we are the Bybleotekar, the recorders of the spaceways, and we have begun to wonder. Our merry companions are… not different, but too much the same. They understand so readily, accept so quickly - most new species have trouble adjusting to dealing with aliens, to the realities of space travel, to the sheer bigness of the universe. But the humans are so adaptable, so ready for it all, they might be remembering something they’ve forgotten, not learning something new.
Some of us, the Izaslanik of the Bybleotekar, the gatherers of information for the record keepers, began encouraging humans to join us, that we might study them more closely. They like the work - they are a curious species, delighting in new knowledge, and they make able assistants. My human companion is named Mira, a young female. She is a good companion, who sings sweetly and laughs often.
When Mira struck the first blow against what I thought I knew of the universe, against illusions soon to shatter that I had thought were truth, we were attending the coronation of a lesser Netar of the Kktil, recording the customs and ceremonies and unofficially enjoying the colourful celebrations. Mira was watching the dancing, her mouth widened in a ‘smile’. “It’s so pretty,” she said, her hairless face sheened with sweat under the hot sun. “I love the turquoise jewellery.” She pointed to the bright blue stones that bedecked the dancers. “I should buy some. Our homeworld doesn’t have any turquoise, you know. Only a few pieces we brought with us when we came.”
It takes me a little while to understand what she said. It is only later, during the feasting, that I turn to her again. “You said your homeworld doesn’t have turquoise. Only… what you brought with you. Do you mean turquoise you have bought offworld, since you joined the spaceways?”
